William Davis - The Polaroid club book II

She began to suck him then, suck him as she had that first night at the mountain cabin, when she had thought he was her husband, Howard. It didn't matter now – her subjugation, her enslavement – nothing mattered now, nothing at all. Slowly, agonizingly, she ran her tongue wetly around and around the smooth slippery head, easing the tip of her hot probe into the open slit of the glans. Her head pumped abandonedly to and fro, slavishly licking every inch of the thick shaft, sucking harder and harder, her tongue twirling faster and faster, and Taylor's buttocks began to flex forward, adding his own movement to her bobbing head so that mouth and cock were fucking together, working together, like a well-tuned machine. Cindy could feel the seminally flowing shaft batter back against her larynx, but she was unable to halt the intense ramming pressure there, her lips ovaling maddeningly as she attempted to suck the hot white load of sperm from her husband's boss' testicles like an electric milking machine…

Focusing through the Polaroid, Steve Samuels snapped off another picture. Goddamn look at the way she's blowing him! he thought wild with passion and wanting desperately to join in this debauching of the young wives himself. She's giving it everything she's got! Oh, Christ, what a night this is going to be! But Mrs. Reagan, the bitch, isn't doing anything, just kneeling there like a sleeping pup… well, I know something she can do, something that'll make a great shot…

"Mrs. Reagan!" he called out, and her head jerked up, swiveling toward him. Her face was only inches from Ralph Taylor's heaving buttocks as he drove his cock deep and hard into the soft fleshy folds of Cindy Jamison's mouth. "Mrs. Reagan, lean forward and kiss his ass! You heard me, do it! Kiss his ass, Mrs. Reagan! Lick his asshole with your tongue!"

There was no protest, for Sally Reagan was as empty of feeling now as was Cindy Jamison; even this further inequity, this further depravity, failed to faze her. She craned her head forward, her moist lips parted, and began to plant hot fevered kisses on the jerking, hirsute flesh of Ralph Taylor's buttocks. Then her tongue was extending, moving over the fleshy surface, into the pronounced crevice between the heavy globes, down lower, lower, until it found what it sought: the tiny puckered ring of his anal opening. Round and round she licked the nether entrance, flicking over the rubbery flesh, darting inside wetly, licking up and down, up and down, with moist hot fervor…

Ralph felt the impossibly exciting contact of tongue and lips at his rectum, and sensations of acute desire caused him to heave and buck harder and harder into the ovaling lips, the now perspiring face, of his star salesman's wife. Her hot, wet tongue seemed wrapped around the thick underside of his cock, from the coronal ridges, sticky and protruding from its foreskin almost to the wire-haired base. It was like fucking into the softest velvet, like having your prick immersed in warm, soft, flowing honey…

Click! Click! Click! Steve Samuels took pictures feverishly, taking the Polaroid from the tripod now so that he could get better angles. Sweat poured off him like rainwater. Half-a-dozen, the big bastard named Ralph had said. All right, and maybe a couple more, too! Ones with him, using the timer… ones with Ringo…

Ringo! He had all but forgotten his huge German Shepherd in the excitement of the lust-provoking sight of Mrs. Jamison wildly sucking Ralph's prick while Mrs. Reagan slavered between his dancing, heaving buttocks. Ringo had to have his turn, Ringo had to join in… Ringo had to sample little Mrs. Cindy Jamison! Yes, that was it! The dog had never had her before, had never shoved its hot animal cock far up into that young bitch's twitching pussy… but now Ringo was going to have that opportunity!

Still clutching the Polaroid, Samuels rushed forward to where the well-trained German Shepherd sat on its haunches by the couch, long red tongue lolling out of the side of its mouth, watching the carnal activities with eyes that, on a human, would have been feverishly excited. The venereous government employee grasped the dog's collar, pulled it around to where the smooth rounded cheeks of Mrs. Cindy Jamison's buttocks beat rhythmically at the air as she sucked voraciously, mindlessly, the cock of her hung husband's boss.

"Get her, Ringo! Get her, boy!" he excitedly spat the lewd command. "Lick her cunt! Fuck her, fuck, fuck, fuck! Go, Ringo, fuck her with your big dog cock!"

Panting, the great animal moved forward, between the blond-haired young wife's widespread legs. It lowered its head to the helpless Cindy's soft, hair-covered crotch and began to sniff it. Its tail wagged and trembled as though it had found a bitch in heat. Cindy moaned in sudden terror and understanding as the cold nose made contact with her tiny, puckered anus, as the long tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down the crevice around it, the tip burrowing slightly into the outer fleshy anal ring.

Her eyes jerked open again, and she tried to pull Ralph Taylor's penis from her mouth, tried to twist around so that she could confirm her fears, but the manager's hands were wrapped in her soft blond hair, holding her rigid where she was. She tried to squirm her buttocks away from the hot breath, the hot animal contact, but it was useless; a greedy lapping moved up and down the narrow pink slit between her thighs, tongue running wetly the full length of it, from the tight-closed little pucker, up over the fluted, pink edges of her cunt and over the tiny sensation bud buried in her pubic mound, spreading through the soft, hair-covered lips like a knife through soft butter.

Noo! her mind cried with brief rationality. No it's that dog, I can feel its cold nose, its huge head, its hot tongue… oh, God, oh, God, no, no, not that, not that animal inside me, noooo!

But it was true, it was going to happen, and there was nothing she could do to prevent this bestiality from being vented upon her flesh. This was the final physical indignation, heaped upon the final mental indignation; she was about to be stripped of everything sacred and sacrosanct, everything innocent and clean, in this single night of overwhelming debauchery.

Ringo's tongue flicked relentlessly between the young wife's widespread legs, stopping sporadically to curl its way deep into her. She jerked spasmodically as she squirmed under the German Shepherd lapping and sniffing at her loins, her mouth working defensively, feverishly, around Ralph Taylor's bloated prick, giving him a sucking like he had never had before even by his so very experienced wife, Norma. He heaved and thrust his thundering member into the sweet, soft face of Cindy Jamison, his eyes glassily watching the huge beast rummage its head between the sweet wife's legs. Look at that bastard go! He's going to give her a ride she'll never forget as long as she lives! Oh, Christ, I hope Samuels gets some shots of this… Norma will never believe it otherwise! He moaned and thrust still harder forward, fucking deep into the face of the subjugated young housewife, as the black-haired Sally Reagan flicked her tongue into the warm rubbery sphincter muscles of his clenching asshole, breathing hotly against his quivering buttocks.

The venereous postal clerk clicked off another Polaroid photo, getting the wide-angle shot of the two women and Ralph and Ringo moving abandonedly on the threadbare carpet. One more, he thought, one more of Ringo fucking Mrs. Jamison with his long hard cock and then I'll set the timer and join in… I can't take much more of this watching… my balls are damned near set to erupt!

"Ringo, up!" he shouted. "Up, Ringo! Fuck her, boy, fuck that sweet little cunt of hers!"

The dog lifted its head from the defenseless young wife's wide-splayed crotch, then, and obediently mounted the widespread mounds of Cindy Jamison's buttocks, paws on her back. Its glistening, scarlet penis slipped from its huge sheath, dripping; the tapered point slipped and danced in the hot, wet crevice as the animal trembled and jerked, trying to bury the tapered point and thick shaft in her body.